Mistletoe Books Novels & Stories

I hesitate before adding, “I feel it.” His eyes meet mine in the darkness, the sun not yet ready to breach the horizon. “You feel something?” I step toward him. “It’s like I’m being yanked in a direction that’s totally unfamiliar to me. Last night, I visited Misty, and she’s… something is wrong. Something’s wrong between her and Cole, and she’s suspicious of our healer, and the forge…. It’s too much for her right now. I need–I need her to research The Book of Whispers, but I already know she’s struggling and can’t bring herself to even look at it yet, but it might give us some clues about what the forges were and what they’re capable of.”

Calm Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) The library smelled like old paper and cedar polish. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes that floated lazy in the air. I’d slipped away after the snowball fight, cheeks still pink from cold and laughter, needing quiet to sort through the mess inside my head. Shelves stretched high, packed with leather-bound books that looked older than the pack itself. I pulled one down at random, thick, dark cover stamped with a crescent moon. Ancient Mate Bonds: Stories of the Moon Goddess’s Gift and Curse. My fingers traced the title. I sank into a worn armchair, opened it, and started reading.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

A third whispered, “Oh no.” I walked closer, staring at the strange plant suspiciously. “Why are wolves placing toxic foliage above entrances? Should I be concerned.” Lucian appeared at my side like he had been summoned by my confusion. “That is mistletoe.” “I gathered that,” I said dryly. “Why is it here?” He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. “Well… it is part of a holiday tradition.” I narrowed my eyes. “Explain.” Before he could, Marek stepped into the hallway carrying a stack of wooden beams over one shoulder as if gravity was a polite suggestion. His hair was rumpled, his shirt sleeves pushed up, and there was a streak of flour on his jaw that made absolutely no sense.

” Sofia rose from the table and went into the other room, “Follow me.” I rose and joined her in the next room, which was packed floor to ceiling with shelves of books. “I hate to see you stuck between your word and your destiny.” She said, cryptically, placing a few musty-smelling books in my arms. “Let’s postpone your decision until you’re more sure of your own mind, shall we? Take these, look them over. They will help you understand more of how to use your magic.” I looked at the titles of the books curiously. ‘Under a Full Moon’, ‘Selene the Blessed’, ‘To Ride A Wild Hunt’, and one enigmatic tome titled ‘Panacea Obscura”.

I put it to my right as I murmured “I’d start with you.” Just like the first 2, the other books were about plants and flowers, the 3rd had lillies on the cover and again I smiled as I recalled touching them few days ago in the garden. All in all they were 5 books and the 4th was about pest control and all about how to care for plants and flowers, how and when to water each one, which of them requires much sunlight and which doesn't. The final book was like a diary, its cover, thick and brown, my name scribbled on it in italics handwriting and I had no doubt it was Davos who did it and my grin spread wider as I saw a note stuck to the book.

Their love was a light in the darkness, a beacon of hope in a world that so desperately needed it. As for Isadora, their hybrid daughter, her future was bright and full of potential. Her story is yet to be told. TO BE CONTINUED Thank you for reading… Much Love :) BOOK 2 will be out next year, 2025

It's a tiny bookshop, built into what looks like an old alley. A light glows in the front windows, and the area inside is empty. I don't know why, but I feel intensely drawn to it. "Come on." I cross the street without waiting for him. "Come on, where?" Alec jogs to catch up. A swinging sign above the door says "Alley-Bat Books," and the door handle is worn wood. Yanking it open, I embrace the heat that billows out and step into the bookstore. The walls are lined with bookshelves, and the musty smell of paper and ink fills my nose. A chair and small desk sit in one corner, and a few lamps cast a warm glow.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.